I love these September mornings. The air is crisp and almost chilly. Sunlight brightens the treetops and leaves the lower leaves in shadow. My front flower garden is still mostly blooming, although some of the plants are decidedly drooping. Two giant marigolds have buds and are about to flower. Joe Pye has done all he’s […]
Sep 1, 2024
September Song
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What is your favorite song of September? “Autumn Leaves”? “September in the Rain”? “September Song”? Do you find yourself humming or singing some of those tunes as the new month comes in? If this is your birth month, two lovely stones are yours: the sapphire and lapis lazuli. You can claim the bright aster and […]
Aug 29, 2024
Wash Day
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You’ve come a long way, baby, was a slogan from a tobacco company several years ago. That slogan could apply to how wash day has changed from the way it used to be. We probably don’t even have a “wash day” any more. Any time we have a load of clothes that need to be […]
Aug 15, 2024
August Morning
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Watering plants on an early August morning has its rewards–for example, it’s the coolest time of the whole day! As I watch water stream from the hose into the thirsty ground, a school child dashes up the hill to catch his bus. Another child walks down the hill to catch a different bus. Is she […]
Aug 13, 2024
Off Into the Future
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For many people, yesterday was the first school day of a brand-new year. The first day of school is always exciting and for little ones who are going to school for the first time, it’s sometimes fearful. For parents, a mixture of sadness, fearfulness, hopefulness, gladness, and a fervent wish for a great school year […]
Aug 12, 2024
The Premonition
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What little sleep I got the rest of that fractured night came in snatches, punctuated by dreams of being chased by faceless intruders. By 5 a.m. I could no longer stand the nightmares. Dragging myself out of bed, I slipped into my jeans and a red T-shirt and staggered downstairs to plug in the old, […]
